At the age of 14 I lost my father. We had some words that morning and I refused to kiss him goodbye. Childish tantrum. Little did I know that would be the last time I would see him alive. 54 years later I still ache a bit when I think of him. But I do remember the warm Irish smle, the fun that we did have like playing stickball in the streets of Brooklyn. My thoughts make me warm and makes me smile but the ache remains.

I am in total agreement with Chanteyranger, make your peace with your parents now while they are with you and with Dads especially today. Swallow your pride and make the peace. YOU dont always have to be right, But parents should always know they are loved. While you Can let them know.